Nevada County picayune., 1887-02-23

The march of intellect-the march of the world--is ever, ever. on- ward. Better yourself, by all means, if you can; by so doing you may better the world; but ambitious thoughts or actions must never in- terfere with your hours of labor These belong to your present em ployer, Wilhclm."
 '.l see, monSieur.n
 Well, see and think oft. Mean while, lleIe is pass for the Grand \ - concert. You will see me and my little violin in the second row of the oschestra. You will wait for me, and we will sup to- gether at the Rhondeville.n
 High over a score of fidlers at the grand concert that evening, M. Albano's'' little violin seemed to ring seemed, at all events in Wilhelm's ears. just as one hears and can listen only 10 the nightn- gales voice amidst the babel of bird.voices in the woods in early spring.
 After the performance, Wilhelm waited for what appeared quite d long time for his friend. All the other musicians had dressed and filed away, but still he came not.
 Wilhelm venturcd at last to ask one in authority.
 "Oh, no!' was the reply; "M Albano has not gone. He is talk ing to the manager. The manager wants him to stay on, bat he in- sists on throwing up his engage ment."
 "Strange!n said Wilhelm.
 ''Yes, it is strange. You ar his frien,.. Yes, Well. and even you do not seem able to fathOm the mystery. But this Albano is a splendid viollnist Any orchestra in Europe would be willing to re tain his services, and remunerate him well. Yet, although he is not rich, he is forever on the move. Italy, Belgium, Norway; all coun. tries have him by terms, but not for long. Think you is your friend somewhat distrait?"
 Il am sure he is not. l only know he has d reason or reasons for his nOmadic tendencies, but he has not thought fit to enlighten me as to what they are, and it wouldill become me to inquire. But here he comes."
 It was late even for Paris that night ere Wilhelm bade his kind hearted friend adieu, at the corner of the Rue de la D., and hurried away to his dingy room.
 Yet that evening had been big with Wilhelm's fate. He had supped with M. Albano at charm ing little hotel; and, with true pO- ltencss. monsieur had said little or rothing about himself, but had led the young man to speak of all his hopes and ambitions.
 Wilhelm's great scheme was con- nected with electricity, not only for the purpose of lighting cities and country houses, but as the moving power of the future; and NJ. Albano knew enough about chemistry speedily to discern that, if proper. ly worked out, these plans of Will helms might lead him to fame and fortune.
 "You will come to England with me, Wilhelmg l have saved a little sum; l will pay your expenses"
 No, friend, no; to England l will come, but everything l will pay myself. Two more months will l work, and then"
 You will comet"
 "Yes.'
 And be my guest for few weeks at my little cottage homeW
 And so the two parted.
 Winter was still holding sway, and snow lay deep all around Par. is; but in nlne weeks time what q change there waS With Paris, however, this short and simple sto. ry has no longer anything to do. The scene shifts to tiny but beau tiful cottage in Surrey. It stands on the slope of II gently.rising hill, and is almost buried in pine woods
 "Ycs, Wiihelm," M, Albano was saying as the two sat together m d little tent oh the lawn, 'this cot tagc, these gardens, the beautiful country around, do not seem the